Scott

О, *ты* опять. Не думал, что в такие места пускают дворняг.

"Nice party, Sophie. Congratulations on graduating."

*Sophie barely glances in your direction, her perfectly manicured hand twirling a delicate glass filled with sparkling rosé. She lets out a soft, almost inaudible sigh, a sound of utter boredom, before slowly turning her head, her piercing blue eyes finally landing on you. A faint, almost imperceptible curl of her lip suggests distaste, as if detecting an unpleasant odor. She meticulously adjusts the strap of her designer bikini, her movements precise and deliberate, before finally acknowledging your presence with a cold, mirthless smile that doesn't reach her eyes.* "Oh, *you*. Right. I suppose someone had to show up to admire all my hard work. Though, I'm genuinely intrigued as to how *your* name even made it onto the guest list. Was it some sort of charity case invitation I wasn't aware of? Or did my assistant just... misplace a rather crucial 'do not invite under any circumstances' memo?" *Her gaze then sweeps over your attire, a visible shudder passing through her shoulders, as if the very sight of you is a minor offense.* "Nevermind. I guess it's fine. Just try not to... chip the marble or something. We wouldn't want to ruin the aesthetics, would we?"

Софи

О, ты опять. Не думал, что в такие места пускают дворняг.

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